Rory and River
by SerenBex
Summary: After A Good Man Goes to War... contains spoilers - be warned!
1. Chapter 1

_**This idea has been bouncing around my head since I watched the reveal on Saturday but I've literally had NO time to write it down! Basically I felt REALLY sorry for Rory (who has grown on me a lot over this series, especially since 'The Rebel Flesh') because everyone seemed to be forgetting that the baby was his as well and just concentrating on Amy.**_

_**Anyway, I hope you like it. Feel free to let me know! In fact, please let me know. I love reviews!**_

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><p>The Doctor had left without any kind of explanations, leaving them up to her. River hadn't really known how to go about telling her parents that she was, in fact, Melody Pond. Her mother hadn't been eager to listen to any kind of explanations and, although she'd been pointing a gun at her, River knew that Amy would never shoot. That wasn't even a thought that had passed through her daughter's mind. She just smiled, pretending to be calmer than she was, and told them pressing the prayer leaf into the woman's hand.<p>

Rory and Amy clearly hadn't known what to think as the news sank in and the woman didn't blame them. Had she been in their shoes she would definitely not have been as calm as they were. Actually, they weren't calm at all. Amy was in denial. She had backed away from her daughter, shaking her head and muttering about River being a liar. When Rory had taken a hesitant step towards the woman, Amy had grasped at his arm, staring at him as though his action had betrayed her and their daughter. The confusion was clear in his eyes as he struggled to understand the sudden rush of feelings that had coursed through him. It was almost as though the emotions had already been there; lurking and waiting for the words that he subconsciously knew were coming before exploding into prominence.

River had stayed silent, letting them come to terms with the knowledge in their own time. She hadn't even flinched when Amy shouted at her; screaming in her face, calling her a liar. Neither had she let the reassuring smile slip from her face. In her head she was concentrating on the memories that had got her through so many tough times in her difficult life so far. River knew better than most that the bad times would pass; for Rory and Amy at least.

Patiently, she had waited until Amy had stopped shouting and dissolved into tears, leaning on her husband for support. Then she'd stepped forwards and laid an arm on her mother's, telling her without words that it was alright. With streaming eyes the red-head had gazed at her before burying her head in Rory's chest once more. That brief moment of eye contact was all River had wanted. It told her that her mother was coming round.

Then she did as the Doctor commanded, first returning Madame Vastra and Jenny to Victorian London, before taking her parents back to their flat in 2011.

"Why couldn't you tell us?" Rory asked when he had finally persuaded Amy to calm down. He'd taken his wife to bed and waited until she'd fallen into a deep, uneasy sleep. It didn't take long, because she was totally exhausted by the events of the day. Before returning to face River, who was waiting in the kitchen, he went into the bathroom. Washing his face with cold water, he gazed at his reflection wearily. Things were never easy with the Doctor. But finding out that his friend, one of the people he trusted with everything, was actually his daughter was in a whole new field. If that was difficult enough, the fact that she was older than they were made things even more complicated. Pulling himself together, realising that none of that mattered in the end, he made his way back to her.

River had waited for Rory's return patiently, understanding that at the moment her mother wasn't ready to see her for who she was. The woman sighed deeply, the breath rattling through her lungs as the emotions she was feeling took over. They mingled and merged in her eyes, clearly visible to her father as he watched her. Nervously, he stepped forwards biting his lip and horribly aware that his eyes were burning with tears as he opened his arms to River. Twice in one day when he'd needed to stay cool he'd failed miserably. But she, too, seemed nervous as she moved into them, wrapping her arms around his back and letting him hold her close.

She closed her eyes tightly, breathing in the smell of his aftershave, committing it to her memory – the way he'd smelled on the day everything changed between them. Rory knew that River wasn't going to answer his question and she knew that he knew, but it didn't matter. He'd accepted her and that was all that they cared about at the moment.

"R– Dad…" River said, suddenly, her head nestled against his neck. Then she stopped, wondering whether it was a step too far. Maybe she'd pushed him too far, too soon. "Rory."

"No… Dad… it-it's fine." He said nodding slightly and not looking entirely as though he knew whether it was fine or not. She smiled weakly, hearing the hesitation in his voice.

"I'm sorry…" She murmured.

Rory pulled away from her, confusion written all over his face as he looked into hers. "Sorry? F–For what?"

"I'm just sorry… I'm sorry for spoilers." She said, sighing once more. "I'm sorry for all the things that you're going to find out about me; things that you probably won't like at all."

The man laughed and moved so that he was holding River at arm's length, stooping slightly so that he was looking directly into her eyes. "Whatever I find out about you from now on won't come close to ruining what I found out about you tonight, alright? You are River Song… Melody Williams… Melody Pond… Whoever you are, whatever your name is, you're my daughter."

River sighed and smiled; a smile that lit up her whole face. Then she whirled around and danced around the kitchen, happiness swelling her heart and making her feel as though she was walking on clouds. Rory smiled fondly as he watched her putting the kettle on and making two mugs of tea, apparently at home in the Pond's small flat already.

"River… how long have you known… you know?" He asked hesitantly, wondering whether he'd get a proper answer. She didn't turn to face him, but she stopped what she was doing, leaning heavily on the counter. Not that her father could see, but her eyes were closed tightly and she was taking steadying breaths.

"Long enough." River replied quietly, almost reluctantly. "Too long, perhaps."

Rory could tell that she didn't want to talk about that particular subject and he didn't want to hurt her anymore. "So… you and the Doctor?"

She turned, her eyes twinkling at the mention of the man that was everything to her. Her happiness was infectious and Rory grinned at the look on her face. River didn't know where to begin trying to explain everything that the Doctor was, had been and would be to her. She also didn't want to tell him some of the things that they'd got up to because after all Rory _was_ her father!

"He's… amazing." She breathed after a moment or two while she thought about what to say. "He found me and convinced me that I didn't have to be the person that everyone told me I should be. He gave me back my hope and he told me that I'd given him back his. Now I think I know what he meant; he was talking about today at Demon's Run. I ripped him apart when he was at his lowest and then I gave him the building blocks to build himself back up; I gave him hope that everything would be alright. And it will, I promise you. The Doctor _will_ find your little girl and he _will_ bring her home to you."

"You are home." Rory said, reaching out and laying a hand on her arm. River smiled weakly, sadness creeping into her eyes.

"Yes, I know. But I'm not your little girl, am I? Not now. And, for one thing, mum would much prefer the younger me, wouldn't she?"

"Oh… Amy will get over it." Rory said offhandedly, shrugging at his daughter. He didn't look totally convinced and neither was she. River laughed. "She will! She's just… tired."

"It's alright." The woman assured him, taking a sip of tea. "I've had plenty of time with you and you have lots of good things to come. I promise."

"I believe you." Rory said nodding. Then he grimaced as a thought entered his head. He was remembering several moments between the Doctor and River. Now that he knew who the woman was, the exchanges took on a whole new significance in his mind. And he couldn't say that he liked them much. "I just have one little request… can you _try_ and tone down the flirting? I do not need to hear that my daughter is 'quite the screamer' and I definitely don't need to know anything about handcuffs or about you and two Doctors. Agreed?"

River just laughed.


	2. Chapter 2

_**OK, so firstly I need to say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who's read, reviewed, favourited and alerted this story. I never intended (as with most of my stories) to write anymore, but I was persuaded to!**_

_**I was very conscious that I could easily ruin the first part by adding to it, so I'm VERY nervous about uploading this!**_

_**I really hope you like it and it would make me INCREDIBLY happy if you would take a second or two to review? Please? :)**_

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><p>"I really need to get going." River said with a sigh. She pushed the mug of now cold tea away from her across the table top and moved her chair backwards. Both she and Rory winced at the sharp squeaking sound that the wooden legs made on the tiles of the floor, neither noticing that their expressions were identical.<p>

"Back to prison?" Rory asked, almost reluctant to ask the question. He had so many questions to ask River about her life. While they'd been drinking tea, they'd chatted normally, almost as though their situation was normal. She'd dodged most of his questions, preferring instead to listen to him talking about his past and Amy's. When he'd asked her a direct question, making sure that he looked straight into her eyes as the words left his mouth, a look of sadness flickered through her eyes. The same look that she was now wearing.

"Yes." Was the simple answer she gave him. While she couldn't lie and had no reason to, River didn't want to elaborate although she knew Rory was going to ask her more questions.

"Why?"

She sighed. It was a long story; a very long story. She was a murderer and he knew that. She couldn't begin to understand how the realisation that your daughter, who had only been born that morning, was older than you and had been locked up for murder would affect your mind. Her life had been difficult and painful, but for Rory and Amy this was as bad as it got.

"Because I made a promise that I had to keep."

Rory was confused, but River had stood up and was pushing the chair under the table, ready to leave. As she turned her attention to the Vortex Manipulator on her wrist, her father stood as well, panicking slightly at the fact that she was leaving. He didn't want her to leave, not yet.

With the coordinates for Stormcage set into her time travel device, River glanced across at him, smiling weakly. He took an awkward step towards her, his arms outstretched once more. She laughed softly and hugged him tightly, causing him to relax instantly.

"Before you go… say goodbye to Amy?" Rory said, his words sounding more like a question than a statement as her gazed imploringly at her. River's own gaze faltered slightly, her beaming smile falling as she watched his expression. Pain appeared in her sparkling eyes as she thought about how her mother had reacted when she'd discovered who she was.

She didn't blame Amy; far from it. River completely understood the red-head's reaction to the information she had learnt, but that didn't mean that she wasn't hurt by it. Not with what had been said or the emotions that had been fired at her, so much. River was hurt by the whole situation; she had just been a baby when this all started and her life had been ripped apart as much as her parents' lives had. She'd got through it and so would they, given time.

Sighing, River nodded and allowed Rory to lead her along the corridor to their bedroom. He knocked gently, leaning his head against the painted wooden door and opening it a crack. There was a murmur from his wife and he opened it a little more, signalling for River to wait outside while he went in and spoke to Amy.

Nodding, she waited, twisting her hands nervously and wondering what would await her in the bedroom. River was rarely nervous, but this was one of the few moments when she was truly uneasy about what was about to happen. Amy had a temper, that was probably where River had got her own temper from, and the woman was wary of upsetting her anymore. Ideally, she would have liked to let Amy come to terms with the news in her own time and allow her to make the first move. But her dad had asked her to do this and so she couldn't refuse.

"River…" Rory said softly, opening the door and beckoning her inside. Taking a deep breath, River fixed a calm smile on her face and went in.

Amy was sitting up in bed, her arms folded across her chest and a formidable scowl across her pretty features. As River approached, she watched her closely; scrutinising her thoroughly. The red-head was looking for any hints that she might have missed before; tell-tale traits that would indicate a link between River and her or Rory – expressions, mannerisms, that sort of thing.

"Hello." River said, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Subconsciously Amy shuffled slightly, moving away from the woman. She didn't notice the move, but River did. Glancing down at her hands in her lap she took a steadying breath.

"You're leaving?" Amy asked bluntly, arching an eyebrow. Rory had come in to say that River was heading back to Stormcage, but that he wanted his wife to say goodbye before she left. Amy had agreed because she could see how important it was to her husband. She could see the look in his eyes and it scared her slightly. Before now, Amy had never really had much reason to be jealous where Rory was concerned; unlike the many times Rory had had a good reason to be jealous about her and her behaviour. But she felt that now, perhaps, someone else was moving in on the affection he had for her.

"Yes. Yes… I… I have to go back. They'll be missing me." The woman said lightly, giving a small laugh and trying to make light of the fact that she was returning to her prison cell.

"Right, well…" Amy really didn't know what to say. For once she was at a loss for words.

River had been her friend, her companion, her confidant. She'd trusted the older woman with so many of her worries and fears and now she had found out that the woman was her daughter. Her Melody. Her little girl. But she was older than Amy, so much more experienced in… in everything. It was too much for the red-head to understand. The Doctor had warned her, all that time ago, that travelling with him was never simple; never easy. But this… this was something completely beyond anything she would ever have dreamt possible.

It terrified Amy. River had known for all that time who she was and yet she'd never said anything, never given any hints as to her identity. Was she that hardened… that cold… that emotionless… that being in such close proximity to her parents hadn't affected her at all? Had she just been able to pretend that they were strangers, no more connected to her than a random couple in the street? Was it really that easy for River to forget?

But no, looking at her now, the red-head could see just how hard all of this must have been for River. Her head was bowed, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply, as though she was desperately trying to control her emotions. She'd mentioned once, almost by mistake, that she had her own ways of protecting herself from the pain that she had suffered. Perhaps this was how she coped; closing herself off, shutting out the things that hurt her.

Cautiously Amy reached out her hand; stopping just short of River's which were clasped tightly in her lap. She twitched unable to allow herself to make contact with her daughter and retracted her hand slightly, curling her fingers into a tight ball as she too closed her eyes tightly, a pained expression on her face. Then, almost of its own volition, Amy's hand reached out and clasped her daughter's. She squeezed it tightly, staring straight in front of her so that she wouldn't have to meet River's eyes.

River gasped quietly, feeling Amy's warm hand close over her own cold ones. She opened her eyes, staring down at it, before glancing at the woman. Amy was staring carefully away from her, obviously not ready to look at her. But the contact was enough. A warm feeling spread throughout her body and the tears that had been building up behind her closed eyelids spilled down her cheeks. But these were not tears of sadness as the others had been; they were tears of joy.

Reluctantly River stood, keeping hold of her mother's hand. She moved slightly, before bending to kiss Amy on the cheek. Squeezing her hand, she let go and hugged Rory tightly. He clung on, not wanting to let her leave. Amy was still staring at the same space ahead of her, motionless.

Disentangling herself from her father, River moved to the middle of the room and flipped open the cover of her Vortex Manipulator. "I'll see you very soon." She promised.

Then, with a smile, she vanished.


	3. Chapter 3

_**Another chapter… seriously, writing this fic is just making me nervous! :/**_

_**Again, please let me know what you think! :)**_

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><p>"I'll see you very soon." River had promised before pressing a button on the Vortex Manipulator and vanishing into thin air.<p>

Rory glanced at his wife nervously. Amy was still staring straight ahead of her, although it had been over two hours since the woman had left. He'd persuaded her to move from their bedroom to the kitchen and settled her at the table. While he made dinner she had simply sat. He had persuaded her that she needed to eat knowing, as a nurse, that it was vital that she keep her strength up. But Amy had been reluctant and it had taken all of his persuasive talents to convince her that she had to.

Then, he'd moved her into the living room while he washed up. The truth was that Rory didn't have any idea of what to say to her. His wife was far more complicated than he was. The young man only saw the facts that had been presented to him and used them to inform his feelings; Amy had given birth to their daughter, Melody had been taken away and then reappeared in the form of River Song. While it had been almost impossible to accept as the truth at first, the more he'd thought about it, the easier it had been to believe. Now he had no doubts that his daughter had been with him that afternoon.

Sitting with River, drinking tea and talking normally had convinced him beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was telling the truth. River Song was his daughter. And he believed what she'd told him; things would work themselves out and they would be alright. He trusted her and he trusted the Doctor.

Rory sighed, glancing over his shoulder and turning to lean against the counter beside the draining board where he'd just lined up the cutlery and crockery. Drying up was Amy's job, but she was in no fit state to do it so he just left it where it was, watching his wife carefully. He sighed again as he took in her blank expression and dull eyes. She was still clutching the prayer leaf tightly in her hands as though it was all she had left to tell her that their daughter had ever existed.

He knew that it must have been horrendous for her; giving birth in that place and spending such a short time with their baby before having her ripped away from them. But Melody was _his_ daughter as well, something that most people seemed to have forgotten. He was slightly bitter about that. Emotions conflicted strongly in his mind and heart. On one hand all he wanted to do was hold his wife and convince her that everything would be alright. On the other hand he was finding it incredibly difficult even to look at Amy at the moment.

"D'you want a drink?" He asked after watching her for a moment or two. The red-head didn't respond so he repeated his question with an unintentionally harsher tone. Amy jumped and looked around at him as though she had completely forgotten about his existance. Her eyes were red and the tears that she had cried had washed away her makeup and created visible tracks down her cheeks.

"No… thank you." She whispered, barely audibly. Then she held out a hand, her eyes pleading with him to come to her.

After a split second of hesitation, the man walked slowly, sitting beside her and wrapping his arms protectively around her frail body. However he was feeling, he was devoted to his wife and he knew that he would never be able to see her hurting without doing everything in his power to stop her pain. She buried her head into his chest and Rory breathed deeply, closing his eyes and allowing one hand to stroke her hair gently. Amy sobbed, her body shaking against his.

"Our baby… Rory… our baby." She wailed clinging tightly to him. He winced slightly as her nails dug into his flesh through the thin material of his polo shirt. In a bizarre way the sharp, stinging sensation made him feel better. It focused his pain, giving him something to concentrate on. He half-wished she'd dig her nails in deeper so that it would hurt even more.

"I know." He murmured. Rory's eyes were fixed on the window and he set his jaw firmly to stop himself from crying as well, as he recalled the events that had led them to this point.

"We're never going to see her again, are we?" Amy asked rubbing her eyes and looking up into his face. At this close proximity she was shocked at just how deeply the pain was etched on his features. She'd always relied on him to be there and taken it for granted that he always would be. Now she realised that she couldn't afford to do that.

Rory's brow furrowed at her words. He pushed her gently away, holding her at arm's length and studying her face carefully, wondering if she was serious. He didn't understand why his wife was so obviously ignoring what they'd found out about the identity of their daughter. It was the truth. River would never lie about something like that. And he believed her completely. Rory had guessed that it would take a little longer for Amy to accept the knowledge but he had thought that when she'd taken River's hand mere hours earlier they were moving forwards. The two women had always been close, but Amy seemed to be disregarding all of that.

"Amy… we saw our daughter… River. _River_ is our daughter." He stressed her name, making it clear what he thought about the situation.

"She's not!" The red-head maintained, pulling away from him. "She isn't. My daughter is called Melody."

Rory stood up, turning away from her slightly. He had to fight to keep his voice calm and stop himself from shouting at her. "_Our_ daughter _was_ called Melody. Now she's called River." He said firmly, turning back so that he could punctuate the point by jabbing a finger in his wife's direction. He crossed his arms over his chest indicating that, as far as he was concerned, the argument had been settled.

"No." Amy argued, shaking her head violently. "No, she can't be."

"But she is." Her husband softened his tone, realising that shouting at her wasn't the most effective way of getting through to Amy. Rory knelt on the ground in front of her and took her hands in his own. He held them gently, stroking the backs of them with his thumbs as he tried to reassure her. "It'll be alright. The Doctor will find our baby and he'll take care of her. River told us, didn't she? She said she _knew_ that the Doctor would look after Melody. Because she is Melody, Amy. River Song is our daughter."

"No…" Amy murmured again, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly. But this time her protests weren't as vehement, nowhere near as certain as they had been. Rory knew that she was calming down, coming round to the idea. She'd been the same when they were children and her cat had had to be put down. Amy had been devastated and treated the verdict as the end of the world. She'd argued with everyone who would listen and denied the fact that her pet was gone until she couldn't any longer. Denial was Amy's defence mechanism.

Back then Rory had been there for her; he'd been the only person she'd needed to reassure her that everything would be alright. And he would be there for her this time, convincing her of the truth and making sure that she was alright.


	4. Chapter 4

_**OK, last chapter. I know, I know… this was SUPPOSED to be a one-shot. Now it's kinda a four-shot… but hey! I'm really REALLY hoping I haven't ruined this fic with the last chapter! *fingers crossed***_

_**I'm also basing some of this on the fact that River arrived at Demon's Run in the same clothes as she was wearing in DOTM – just to let you know!**_

_**Please let me know, as before! :)**_

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><p>River closed her eyes, leaning backwards against the hard, cold wall behind her bed. As far as emotionally draining days went, today was pretty much as bad as it got.<p>

It had started off with stopping the Silence. River smiled as she remembered how flirty the Doctor had been and how good it had felt taking out all her frustrations on the sinister creatures using her blaster gun – the Doctor hadn't even complained, which was a rare occurrence!

After that the Doctor had dropped her back here and there had been that kiss; apparently her very last kiss with the Doctor. It had been fantastic, as always, but even as their lips had moved against each other so naturally she'd realised that something was wrong.

The feeling had torn her apart but, after the Doctor had left she hadn't had much time to dwell on her heartbreak before she'd had to head off to Demon's Run to tell him the truth about herself once and for all. Maybe her distress had been a major contributing factor in explaining the harshness with which she'd spoken to him. Or maybe it had just been because she knew deep down that it was what he needed to hear. She wasn't sure, but whatever the reason it had done the job.

Following that had been the unenviable task of breaking the news to her parents that she was Melody and dealing with the aftermath.

Now River was exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally. All she wanted to do was crawl into her small, uncomfortable bed and sleep for at least two days. But she didn't even have the energy to do that. Instead she just sat, resting her head against the bricks and keeping her eyes clamped shut.

She had been surprised by how quickly her father had come round to the idea of who she was. River honestly hadn't expected either of her parents to believe her so easily and come around to the idea so quickly. Amy's reaction was far more what she had been expecting. Not that she was complaining. Her lips twitched into a smile as she remembered the conversation she'd had with Rory that afternoon. They'd just talked and talked about anything and everything. It had been exactly what they both needed.

Then her mind wandered onto the moments before she'd left the Ponds' flat. Her hand twitched slightly as she remembered the way her mother had taken her hand. With her eyes tightly closed, River could fool herself into thinking that she could still feel her mother's hand closed over hers. She breathed deeply, concentrating on the feeling.

The sound of footsteps coming towards her jerked the woman back to reality and she sighed deeply. Not opening her eyes, she waited until the steps stopped outside her cell before she spoke.

"I'm really not in the mood tonight, boys." She said wearily. "You can tell me how bad I am for escaping again in the morning. Right now I just really need to sleep."

A low chuckle came in response to her words and River opened one eye, surprised by the response. She opened her other eye quickly, staring in surprise at the man who was standing on the other side of the bars watching her with a smile on his face and one hand wrapped around a bar. Behind him was his trusty blue box.

"That's a shame."

"Doctor…" River breathed, finding the energy to leap of her bed and rush over to him. Without thinking she put her hand over his around the bar and reached her other hand through to rest lightly on his cheek. "You took the brakes off!"

He laughed. "That's all you've got to say?" He asked grinning. River smiled too. "Happy birthday, River Song."

"Thank you, Doctor." River said happily. Then she put her head on one side, remembering where he'd just been and what he'd been doing. She remembered it well. "Did you do it?"

He nodded. "And I was amazing."

She laughed and he grinned, unlocking the cage quickly and stepping inside. He settled himself on the edge of her bed, bouncing up and down slightly to test out how comfortable it was. His nose wrinkled up displaying just what he thought of the bed and River laughed at his expression.

"Did you get them all home?"

"Of course."

"And Amy and Rory? Are they alright?" The Doctor asked meaningfully.

River sighed. "Rory's fine and Amy will be too." She assured him.

The Doctor raised his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. Smiling happily, River leant against him, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. It was so normal that the woman could hardly believe that it was actually happening. She didn't even care whether it was too soon or not. They sat like that for a while, peaceful and contented, until the Doctor shifted slightly and River glanced up at him questioningly.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"You're Rory and Amy's daughter… my best friends' daughter." He replied, the same silly look on his face as when he'd realised who she was earlier; excitement mixed with an acute sense of dread. He had yet to have a conversation with Rory and Amy since they'd found out that River was their daughter. River laughed, realising that he was still coming to terms with the alteration in their relationship.

"Yes, I am." She said simply. Then she leant forwards and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, her hands gently clasping his face. Before he could deepen it, she moved away again. He smiled.

"And we… you and me… we…" He wasn't entirely sure what he and River had, or how to put that relationship into words.

"Yes, we are." She said, kissing him again. Once more it didn't last long and she pulled back and smirked slightly at him. He tried to think of something else to say that would have the same outcome.

"Isn't that weird?"

"Yes, it is." River leant in and kissed him again. However, this time when she started to pull away from him the Doctor was ready for her movement and put his hand on the back of her head, preventing her escaping. She giggled against his mouth and put her arms around his neck. Apparently his first kiss hadn't been her last after all.

"You do realise," The Doctor murmured as they broke apart to breathe, "that you just need to ask if you want to kiss me. You don't need to wait until I ask a question where the answer is 'yes'."

River arched an eyebrow smirking. "Oh… you think I need permission to kiss you?" She asked before pushing him roughly down on the bed and leaning over him so that her face was centimetres from his. "No, I definitely don't need your permission."

And then she proved it.


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